Stress ball.

I love balls.  Stress balls, that is.  I use one when Vin drives — he’s a tailgater and I squeeze my blue ball when he’s on the freeway, hugging bumpers.

I’ve sent stress balls to my internist, Dr. Ruiz.

Now I’ve turned Sherrill Colony onto them — because her husband’s been known to make some moves on the highway that don’t sit well with her.

We went to dinner with them recently, and when she commented about her husband’s driving — I showed her how I deal with it.

I packaged up a nice new ball and sent it to her.  She says “it’s already been successfully put to use”.  Another happy user.  Problem solved.